It was dark and deserted at this hour, lit only by a single gas jet on the second floor.

In the shadowy depths of the dark pit, it gave a spot of brightness, even with its flamed turned so low.

It was now silent behind the closed doors; the weary laborers had gone to sleep after eating.

However, there was a soft laugh from Mademoiselle Clemence's room and a ray of light shone through the keyhole of Mademoiselle Remanjou's door.

She was still busy cutting out dresses for the dolls.